"Other jobs?" Reno was chewing on that, now. Really stopping to run the notion through his head, wondering if there might actually be something to it. "Other jobs, on other worlds."

And then he was smiling, lifting up the ferret to drape the little guy over his shoulder like some kind of sausage-shaped furry epaulet, prone to honking and the occasional bout of chewing on Reno's earring.

"What kind of jobs? What sorta world?"